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Nor hath love’s mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. (Helena – A midsummer night`s dream)
„Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red" (Macbeth )